Dear Rose 2: Winter's Dare (8 page)

He watched as she slipped the rest of way to slide her knees against his. “I will. Until you tell me otherwise.” He wiggled his fingers. “We’ll pretend I’m tied. Like that one time.”

Some days it was like he read her mind. He seemed to know what she was thinking and echo it. She looked down at that tanned body on display in front of her. His tight calf muscles. The hair that waxed and waned at various point. The appendix scar that he’d gotten when he was twelve. His tight abs that were so fun to kiss but less fun to tickle. He had nowhere to grab—everything was too tight. And of course, her eyes settled on his cock. That thick, long part of him that bought her so much pleasure. That always seemed to want her and need her. How many times had he rubbed it against her, making her crazy with need even when they couldn’t have sex? Once at a concert where he’d brushed up against her bottom all night long, letting her feel him. They couldn’t do anything about it for hours.

And when they did finally have sex, it had rocked. They’d practically ripped each other’s clothes off and had their wicked way with the other.

Tucker didn’t say a word, didn’t push her, but sat there the whole time that she looked him over. Waiting just like he’d said he would. He clenched and unclenched his hands as though he wanted to move them from where they were, but couldn’t. He was bound by his word.

She stepped back a second before moving closer to him again. She leaned over him, her boobs hanging down, perky but still swinging a little in front of her. She watched his face, his eyes moving to keep his gaze with her breasts. Surprisingly Tucker wasn’t a breast man. It was legs that got him going. But he was an opportunist, and this was the view at hand. “Spread your legs. And look into my eyes.” She wanted to see his face while she took him. What power he had given her.

He nodded, and he did shift his gaze to her face. He spread his legs as far as he could get them. Then he sat there, motionless, waiting for her move.

She slowly descended to her knees in between his legs. It put her mouth at just the right height for his cock. Thank God for well-proportioned chairs. She gazed upon him again for a second. He reminded her of Thor. She’d learned about him in mythology. Lots of women went after Loki, the bad boy. She never had, always liked the strong, confident good guy. At least in her reading and watching materials.

Tucker wasn’t a good guy. But he wasn’t Loki either. He was somewhere in between. And his cock showed his passion for her with every drip of precome. She could definitely see the drop of moisture at the tip this time. See how rouged his skin was. How engorged he was with his passion.

All this was for her.

Her power was infinite. That she could do this to this man who didn’t want to be affected by anyone was a miracle. It made her weak at the knees. She had those thoughts whenever he was hard for her.

She shivered with the feel of her hands on his thighs, which she couldn’t fit her hands around. He was as thick as a tree trunk. His thighs weren’t smooth like hers either, and she liked the way his body differed from hers. He had hair that was rough, not to mention the muscles that sat just beneath the skin. They bunched under her fingertips. She could feel the strength beneath her touch, just waiting to be unleashed.

She enjoyed her mastery of the situation. And she hadn’t even reached the biggest difference between them yet.

He frowned and seemed to sit up straighter as he wiggled a little in the seat. But he didn’t comment, and he didn’t try to get away from her or break contact. He kept his hands behind his back.

Maybe he would let her be in control this time? That was a wonder. And an elixir all at the same time. This could be quite an experience for them. Maybe even a life changer.

Only it was all about sex.

She shifted her hands up, going to reward him for doing what he said he would. She owed him that much. Needed to pay her debt to him and give him pleasure. That would make her enjoyment. But it wasn’t complete, was it?

His breath hitched as he seemed to sense the change in the direction of her touch. He seemed to know where she might be going with this. And liked it.

Just what she enjoyed. So she banished any other thoughts than bringing him delight. That would be her focus.

She found her target and gently swirled around his tip with one pointer finger, playing in the moisture contained there. She teased the one-eyed monster and gave just fragments of a stroke before pulling away.

His thighs quivered. But he never moved his hands, nor did he move his body save for one spasm that he probably couldn’t control. His eyes were filled with longing as they begged her to take her touch back to him.

So she did.

Slowly, she cupped her hands over him, giving him the full touch of all digits going around him. Up and down she moved her hands, tightening them as they went until she was tugging on his member. It was not hard enough to hurt but was enough to let him know she was there.

At his penis.

His cock.

So many terms for this pleasure maker. She’d never thought about his member and what to call it. She’d read enough romance novels and slang to know she could pick any one she wanted. Tucker probably didn’t care.

Unless he called it Little Tucker. But she didn’t think he did.

His cock.

It was the thing she yearned for some nights in the dark when she couldn’t sleep, and he was snoring away. It was the piece of him that was always going to get a rise out of her libido, no matter how much she steeled herself. No matter what she thought Tucker’s feelings were for her, his cock always seemed to know that it wanted her, and sometimes she could pretend it was hers alone.

She rotated her hands, continuing to tighten around him and cup him to the best of her ability. She varied her touch, making sure to give him everything that she knew he liked and more. She loved the silky feel of him underneath her. The hardness of him.

Only it wasn’t enough for her.

It surely wasn’t enough for him. She only had to look at his face to tell that.

She needed more, and so did he. She needed to give him pleasure from deep down within her soul and body. And he’d be fine with that. He always was. Or maybe not, because he was usually in charge. But not today.

She shifted up and leaned her head across his lap. She slowly put out her tongue only a little bit, shifting her hands away from that part of him, and she ran her tongue up along the tip of him. Just the tip of him, no farther. She circled her tongue much like she had her finger. She found the slit and wiggled her tongue as far inside it as she could get.

He let out a strangled sigh.

Involuntarily. Of that she was sure. He was still looking at her. But the time had come where she wasn’t going to look at him. She’d only get stolen glances to see his satisfaction.

She moved her head up and closer to his penis. She sucked him into her mouth with one tremendous slurping sound. She couldn’t fit him entirely in her mouth. Oh heavens, no. But she took in as much as she could and sucked on him. Reminded her of a giant stick of licorice. Only much thicker. And saltier.

He seemed to move forward, because the angle of her mouth around him changed slightly, driving him farther in.

She released him from her mouth and leaned back. “None of that now.”

“Sorry.” He sounded as though he’d just finished running a marathon, not that Tucker jogged or anything. “Won’t happen again.” He clenched his hands together and seemed to steel himself.

It had been an instinctual thing for him to drive his hips forward. But she wanted this to be hers and hers alone. She glanced back at his cock. Much easier calling it that than any other name. “What do you call it?” The question burst from her before she could call it back in.

“What?” He looked down at her with an irritated look.

“Your penis. What do you call it?” Somehow she had to know. She needed that clarification.

“My dick.”

She sounded that out in her head. Nope, didn’t like that.

He looked down at her face and amended, “My cock when I’m about to get lucky.”

Now that worked for her, as she’d just started using it. And he was about to get lucky. “I like your cock.” She whispered the words to the tip. Wasn’t even sure if he heard except that his body twitched, and she hadn’t touched him yet. She slipped him into her mouth and sucked on him again. She rolled her tongue around his cock, taking special care to be rough with him, only not to use her teeth.

True to his word, he didn’t try and shove forward again.

She went down on him as far as she could, not nearly far enough, and slid back to his tip.

In and out, she urged him from and to her warm mouth. She cajoled him. She teased him. And best of all, she tasted him.

When she glanced up, he looked as if he might be in the greatest pain of his life. He clenched his hands so tightly the fingers were white.

She ejected him from her mouth.

Now he was ready.

She pivoted to her feet and moved closer before reaching for the condom. He dried a little first, and she opened the package. Reaching over, she enjoyed one last look at him before she slid on the condom. He had been tested for diseases a while ago and had regular tests, which was why she didn’t use a dental dam. The condom was a backup birth control. Probably didn’t need it, but he never argued about wearing it.

He surveyed her. She almost got lost in the aqua of his eyes. It was like looking into a peaceful ocean. No wonder he could calm her down when no one else could.

Only she didn’t want him peaceful. That wasn’t what her goal had been since she’d started this.

And she knew just how to get him where she wanted him. It would take some work and determination on her part. And she was up for the challenge.

She moved forward, straddling his lap.

He let out a hoarse groan. He removed his hands from the back of his chair but seemed to remember and put them where they had been.

She slid onto him and slowly lowered her body. She moved her hands down to help guide him into her depths.

Her pussy.

Funny how she’d never used those words, but they seemed appropriate now that she was in control.

She lowered more, and his tip went in just a tad.

He hissed, and so did she.

A new angle. Usually he was on top or behind. This being on top of him was a whole new ball of sensations.

Maybe for him too.

She didn’t let herself go farther down but held herself there, with only his tip slightly inside her.

After a few seconds, she lowered a centimeter. She clenched her muscles around him before she pulled away, going up. After that, she brought herself down again, letting him in but only as much as he had been before. Another centimeter. Another pull up before coming back down.

After the third time of that, he said, “You’re killing me here.” He sounded strangled.

“Am I?” She tried to keep her voice innocent, but it was too husky for that. She was having trouble keeping herself on this slow mission. A surprise.

“Yes.”

But he didn’t move his hands or try and interfere with her in any way. He let her do what she wanted.

Control.

It was a fun day.

When she finally had him seated, penetrating her, she paused. She let him rest there. She could feel him surrounded by her. Her muscles twitched all around him. He was contained in her. Coated in her.

She lifted her head.

“Goddamn you.” He sounded even more winded than before. “Move.”

She began to move up and down. Slow at first. And each time she hitched up, she clenched those muscles around him, tightened as much as she could.

The first time, he let out a guttural cry of surprise. The second time, he seemed to break out in an earthquake of shaking. The third time, he rolled his head back.

He went even deeper than before as she experimented with angles and with depth.

The compression around him continued by her most intimate muscles.

He broke out into a sweat as his body straightened into a line, and he called her name among other things as he came. Hard. She’d never heard him reach quite that pitch before. Nor did he usually say the things that came sliding from his mouth.

He was panting when he looked up at her. “You’re amazing.”

She shrugged, every muscle and nerve in her being contorting. Shifting away from him, she gently tugged off the condom. She went into the kitchen and threw it away before washing her hands.

Sauntering back into the dining room, she said, “I…” But she couldn’t stop looking at him, and her mind wouldn’t form any words because of the sight of him.

Still sitting in the same chair, he looked relaxed and sated. He looked beautiful.

For this moment, he was hers.

Trying to control his breathing, he blew out air. “So am I released from letting you be in control?”

She blinked at him at him in surprise. “Well, we’re done, so yeah.” After all he’d come in spades. It would be a while before he could do that again.

He grinned so hugely that it covered his entire face. It was that grin that made her happy whenever she saw it. He rose from the chair in a fluid motion and came to her side where she stood by the dining room table.

She eyed him. He seemed pleased with himself and up to something at the same time. “What are you up to?” She echoed her thought. Surely he couldn’t be thinking what she thought he was?

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. “You never came.” She barely had a moment to register that before he lifted her to the table. “We need to rectify that.”

Oh my.

TUCKER LOOKED AT Ally as she got comfortable on the table or as comfortable as she could get. She looked like a banquet worth consuming. One that he couldn’t wait to feast upon. What she’d done for him had been glorious. He’d come so hard his head was still ringing. He intended to return the favor. He’d never let her fail to climax when they’d been together, even if it meant putting off his pleasure. This time, he’d let her have her way, so he’d already orgasmed. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have to.